basement rush

I hear tense, complicated drones coming from the entrance,
pushing it open
lights guide you through corridors,
my voice gets weak and fades out,
leaves me sluggish, alone with the scream, the hunger, the thirst,
the hole gets more insistent
as you slide down, speaking sense for once,
commanding a stage, whispers from another life
lift up the curtains, screams from the other side
direct the madness
but underneath it all
there's no real number
on your back
as you go in
to talk back
and fight
the rush
below
where i rest
inside a conversation